Dragon Gate Swordsman

At this point, the location and time are limited to a relatively precise range, making surveillance much easier.

"...No wonder the Pope said that a mathematician is worth a team of revolvers."

"Oh? I thought the Lateran was all about law and creed."

"Those can point us in the right direction, but they cannot give us power. My bombardment gun was originally designed by a mathematician from Lateran."

"I suddenly feel honored... But I can't calculate these by myself, thanks to Shi Huaiya."

As long as they are not face to face, Lin Yuxia and Shi Huaiya, the best friends, always like to praise each other.

"Thank you for explaining this to me, Lin. I should go meet up with Croissant."

"Got it... Huh!?"

"what happened?"

Hearing Lin Yuxia's surprised voice, Fiameta, who hadn't hung up the phone yet, asked hurriedly.

But before she could finish her words, she heard a crisp sound in the air. She looked up and found that the drone was falling with sparks and hit the roof of a house.

There are enemies? But if the enemy takes the initiative to attack, wouldn't that be the same as deliberately exposing himself?

"I'll go get that guy, Lin!"

"Wait, Fei..."

Without saying anything more, Fiammetta hung up and quickly took off the musket behind him, aimed at the eaves and fired the secondary weapon grappling rope... This was to facilitate the Lateran Guard to explore ruins and clear disasters outside. The cost was negligible but it was extremely difficult to master. Any member who could use it at will must be the rare elite in the Guard.

After reaching the roof, Fiammetta quickly noticed the fleeting figure not far away.

Don't even think about running!

Fiammetta used some of Liberi's innate agility and lightness to the fullest, so even though he had been left behind by a long distance, he showed no signs of being thrown off.

In this way, the two figures chased each other on the messy roofs of the slums. There were objects placed by the residents as obstacles, the varying widths of the distances between the houses as traps, and the height differences were endless.

However, this did not affect the two men's lightning speed at all. Fiammetta even found time to fire two shots at the target he was pursuing.

The first time he dodged it, the second time... he was slashed in half by the opponent's counterattack.

This guy! ?

Fiammetta couldn't help but let his pupils shrink slightly. Just from this one glance, it was clear that the opponent's strength was definitely far superior to his own.

But...when will the Phoenix Destroyer admit defeat?

With his mind racing, Fiameta converted the pressure into power, and even increased his speed a bit, gradually shortening the distance between him and the target.

The two of this person had already arrived at the edge of the slums. The density of buildings and facilities was much smaller, and there were few human figures to be seen… Perhaps they felt that they had arrived at the right place, or perhaps they discovered that they might not be able to escape easily. After jumping off an abandoned house and rushing out for a distance, the figure stopped moving forward.

Soon, Fiammetta also arrived here, staring at the other party and putting on his power gloves.

"He is indeed a Sarkaz... Are you one of the spies?"

"I am not your enemy."

"It's not up to you to decide."

Fiammetta finished loading the musket and aimed at the Sarkaz woman in front of him. "But you also have a chance to prove yourself. Put down your weapon and surrender. Otherwise..."

There seemed no need to continue the conversation, because the other party directly showed the short blade in his hand that was glowing with a purple glow.

There is no doubt that this is a desperate resistance.

Of course, with her strength, Fiammetta does not think this word.

"Very good, Sarkaz, you are indeed dangerous guys."

Having always been instilled with prejudice against the Sarkaz, it was difficult for Fiammetta to make a clear and rational judgment in this situation. Moreover, judging from the other party's reaction of remaining silent and assuming a fighting stance, he probably didn't intend to reveal anything.

Let’s fight!

With this thought in mind, Fiammetta pulled the trigger.

……

(Note: The original work does not mention the religious sect to which the Iberian Inquisition belonged. According to historical prototypes, it should be the Dominican Order that established the Inquisition in the 13th century. Its founder was a Spaniard, so this book also uses this name to make the state religion of Iberia virtual.)

Chapter 127 This is Askalon, she is cool, beautiful and unlucky

Although Fiammetta's bombardment gun is named after a "gun", its internal structure is actually closer to a pocket-sized cannon, requiring skilled operation rather than precise control of Originium skills.

In Lateran, few Liberians would choose this weapon... Firstly, few of them have the right to use the gun, and secondly, the strength and skills required to use the blasting gun are extremely high, which are difficult for ordinary Liberians to possess or master.

As for the power glove, it was an experimental weapon that Fiammetta's guardian had spent a huge amount of money to get from RemBitto. It was the only one of its kind in this land, and its internal structure and operating principle naturally had not yet been fully understood.

But this did not prevent Fiammetta from using it skillfully in battle.

The first shot from the blaster gun was dodged by the Sarkaz female and hit the ground several meters behind her directly.

The violent explosion directly created an obvious hole on the ground, and also made the Sarkaz women completely certain that Fiammetta would not show mercy.

Therefore, before the second attack from the blaster gun arrived, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

No...it didn't disappear, but it jumped high into the air and fell towards Fiammetta.

This is a very illogical move: being in mid-air with no leverage, there is naturally no way to dodge the attack of the blasting gun, it is better to stay on the ground.

unless……

In a flash, Fiammetta reacted. While maintaining his shooting posture, he pushed hard and took a few steps back.

At this moment, a sharp blade shadow flashed, and the Sarkaz woman appeared where she had originally stood.

really!

Fiammetta's eyes narrowed, he lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly, and pulled the trigger directly.

There was another loud "bang", and the figure of the Sarkaz woman was immediately swept into the smoke and dust rising into the sky... Knowing that the opponent's speed was too exaggerated to be like that of a human, Fiammetta was careful when he fired this time and deliberately aimed at the opponent's feet.

After that, Fiammetta quickly threw away the musket and pressed the glove on his left hand a few times.

The opponent might have been affected to some extent, but he was definitely not injured. After suffering this loss, he would definitely not distance himself again and allow himself to take advantage of the gun.

It has to be said that Fiammetta's assessment of the battle situation was terrifyingly accurate. Before the smoke and dust cleared, the figure of a Sarkaz woman leaped out, and the short blade in her hand slashed straight at her!

However, he never expected that this sure-fire attack was easily blocked by Fiammetta.

As mentioned before, in Lateran, those who can use guns are basically the Sakota people, and there may not be many Liberians who have the same rights in the past few hundred years, so their main fighting method is still cold weapons and physical skills.

Like the large number of Liberians serving in the Lateran Guard, the standard weapon they can get is a long-handled axe gun. Apart from that, they have to get even long-range weapons such as ordinary crossbows by themselves.

Fiammetta is no exception. Although she has the ability to use a blaster gun, a weapon that some Sakota people would envy, her attainments in physical skills are also quite remarkable, otherwise she would not use boxing gloves that specialize in close combat as a weapon.

So, after blocking the attack of the Sarkaz woman, a swift counterattack was launched.

The Sarkaz woman seemed a little surprised at Fiammetta's close combat ability, or perhaps she wanted to test her bottom line, so she had been adopting a defensive stance during this offensive, relying more on dodging and blocking to deal with the rushing boxing gloves.

But compared to Fiammetta's all-out effort, her movements were obviously more smooth and relaxed.

Just like that, after more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Fiammetta suddenly stepped back a few steps and assumed a posture in which he concentrated all his strength on his left hand.

Then, they charged towards the Sarkaz women!

Such a bold and aggressive move could be described as clumsy, and the movements were full of flaws, so much so that the Sarkaz women couldn't help but begin to wonder if this was some kind of tactical trap.

It's possible... She quickly glanced at the blasting gun lying not far away.

The sharp sound of metal clashing broke out again. The seemingly light and fragile short blade once again blocked Fiammetta's powerful mechanical boxing gloves, resulting in a stalemate between the two.

At this moment, Fiammetta suddenly said, "You seem... never to be serious."

"..."

"It seems that I did misunderstand you. You are different from the previous spies."

"Then that's it."

"Sorry, that's not for me to decide."

Before she finished speaking, the Sarkaz woman's pupils suddenly shrank!

She had already noticed that the mechanical glove that was colliding with her weapon was undergoing some drastic changes. Some delicate parts opened automatically and released a blazing hot air flow, and the device inside it also emitted an orange-red light.

This is the real trap! ?

The next moment, the impact explosion of the power glove was completely released, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye in mid-air.

The terrifying force caused all the gravel and dust on the nearby ground to be shaken into the air, and then exploded in all directions. Even Fiameta, the "culprit", took several steps back and tightly grasped his left upper arm... Obviously, this attack mode of the power glove will also cause harm to the user himself.

However, her eyes were always fixed straight ahead, staring at the Sarkaz woman who was hit head-on by the shock wave and flew several meters away.

What shocked Fiammetta secretly was that even after being attacked head-on to this extent, the opponent still did not fall down...

A light breeze blew by, dispersing all the smoke and dust in the air, and allowing the Sarkaz woman to reappear in Fiammetta's sight.

The attack just now was not without results... The protective suit of the Sarkaz woman had appeared in many places, and the leather straps at the shoulders and waist were also missing, but the most important thing was that the hood that had been covering her head seemed to have been torn apart by the shock wave, revealing a mysterious, cold and beautiful face.

Like Fiammetta, she also has long red hair, but it is not as bright and passionate. Instead, it is like the blood flowing quietly on the battlefield, with a kind of cold and sad beauty.

"Heh...what a terrifying physical quality..."

"..."

In response to Fiammetta's sigh after her bitter smile, the Sarkaz woman said nothing, but slowly straightened her back.

It has to be said that compared to the generally skinny and slender Sakota people, the figures of Sarkaz women are often one or two orders of magnitude better. They are curvy and well-proportioned... From this point of view, even if Sakota and Sarkaz are not sworn enemies, it would be difficult for them to have any good feelings towards each other.

I don’t know where the nutrients of the high-calorie desserts consumed by the Sakota people all day long go…

The Sarkaz woman had no obvious scars on her body, and her expression did not show any impact, but perhaps she was angered by Fiammetta's "ungratefulness", and at this moment, her blood-red eyes, which were similar in color to her hair, were shining with a hint of coldness and sharpness.

Fiammetta was not surprised.

Judging from the opponent's performance after the fight started, it was obvious that he didn't want to be serious with me, but he was tricked by me because of this. Anyone would be unable to control their temper, right?

To be honest, she was already considered merciful among the Sarkaz people by not rushing over and cutting her throat immediately.

But Fiameta did not regret his action. No matter what the other party wanted to do after sneaking into Longmen, he could not be allowed to move freely. This was a clear order issued by Chongxiao as the commander of the anti-terrorism force.

Enduring the nerve pain in his left hand, Fiammetta took a deep breath.

Afterwards, a strong will to fight flashed in her eyes again... Anyway, with her physical fitness, she could use the impact blasting function of the power gloves three times, which meant she was capable of fighting to the death.

Besides, this is a fight with the Sarkaz, we cannot admit defeat no matter what!

The Sarkaz woman closed her eyes, as if trying to calm herself down.

There was no doubt that she would either kill Fiammetta on the spot or make her incapacitated, otherwise she would not be able to escape easily.

But just as they were about to start ROUND 2, there was a sudden thunderous sound from the sky...

Under normal circumstances, a qualified soldier would not be affected by the movement in nature. However, if the movement became more and more obvious, and he could even see that it was coming towards him just by looking up, then that was a different matter.

This is the case with the Fiammetta and Sakaz women at this time.

The two people who couldn't help but look up were so shocked that they froze in place.

Because what is falling down from the sky at this moment is a giant dragon blooming with golden splendor?

The roaring thunder and lightening sound seemed to be emitted by this giant dragon.

However, soon, an unexpected situation occurred again: the ferocious dragon suddenly began to "shrink" rapidly, and part of its huge body dissipated one after another, and finally turned into a nimble figure falling from the sky, right between Fiammetta and the Sarkaz woman.

Then, Chongxiao's annoying voice rang out.

“Super Hero Landing!!!”

"…Victorian?"

"Yeah, are you okay, Fia?"

"Uh... please don't call me that."

Fiammetta gave a stiff and awkward smile, "Besides, let's be a little more serious, okay?"

Chongxiao nodded, then turned and looked at the Sarkaz woman who was frowning.

The first impression: She is so beautiful, especially the red hair. The second impression: She has a great figure, especially the chubby chest. The third impression: You are so tired of living that you actually hurt my duck!

It is conceivable that if someone's thoughts at this moment were to be made public, the first person to cause trouble for him would be Fiammetta.

"You are not from the same group as those spies... They are here to scout Longmen, so what are you here for?"